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POEMS 

BY 

P.  Maurice  McMahon 

Honolulu,  T.   H. 


PRINTED    BY 

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Honolulu,  T.  H. 


an  iBg  iHnthrr 

These  blossoms  of  my  heart,  my  mother  dear, 

I  dedicate  to  you : — 
Red  roses,  lillies  white  and  pure, 

Love's  fragrant  violets  too. 
They'll  speak  of  me,  you'll  know  how  well  — 

The  passionate  and  divine; 
And  for  the  love  you  bear  to  me 

I  tender  them  most  joyously 
To  you,  O  Mother  mine! 


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jjTAND  where  the  rainbow  shines  in  ghostly  splendor 
Beneath  the  moonbeams'  cold  and  pulseless  light, 
Thou  dost  inspire  my  soul  with  feelings  tender, 

Till  all  the  world  grows  lovely  in  my  sight, 
Till  life  becomes  as  radiant  as  the  starlight 

Streaming  from  those  silvery  orbs  above, 
And  my  heart  within  my  bosom,  warmly  beating, 

Vibrates  to  blisfull  thoughts  of  holy  love. 

Land  of  mighty  mountains  clad  in  verdure, 

Whose  rugged  crags  appear  like  castles  old, 
With  stately  towers  and  battlements  dismantled, 

Where  armed  knights  and  warriors  strong  and  bold 
Once  fought  for  woman's  love,  and  died  to  please  her, 

Oh,  back  you  bring  the  heroic  past  to  me, 
Until  my  bosom  swells  with  strange  emotions, 

And  grand  desires  of  fame  and  chivalry ! 

Land  of  sparkling  seas  and  golden  sunlight, 

Land  of  luscious  fruits  and  fragrant  flowers, 
Where  lissome-limbed  and  black-eyed  dusky  maidens 

Beguile  with  song  and  dance  the  slumbrous  hours, 
Fain  would  I  revel  in  your  vernal  beauty, 

Mid  sights  and  sounds  I  worship  and  adore, 
Dreaming  of  peace  and  love  and  things  of  gladness 

Till  life  on  earth  for  me  shall  be  no  more ! 


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/|THE  day  is  done,  the  fervent  sun 

Is  sinking   neath  the  swelling  tide, 
And  over  land  and  pulsing  sea 

Soft,  fleecy  clouds  are  ranging  wide ; 
The  waves  upon  the  coral  strand 

All  day  have  sung  their  song  of  glee, 
And  gently  now  break  on  the  shore. 

And  singing,  sigh  at  Waikiki ! 

Where'er  I  turn  my  wondering  gaze 

A  scene  enchanted   round  me  lies, — 
A  purple  ocean  fringed  with  green. 

Volcanic  splendors  in  the  skies ; 
Upon  the  ocean's  heaving  breast 

A  rainbow  gleaming  radiantly. 
Where  white  sails  lie  beyond  the  reef — 

The  fishing  boats  at  Waikiki. 

And  "  Diamond  Head  "  with  rugged  sides. 

All  scarred  and  wrinkled,  seamed  and  old. 
Above  the  vernal  beauty  stands 

Like  some  brown  warrior,  strong  and  bold 
And  stately  palms  upon  the  beach 

Bend  low  their  heads  all  reverently. 
Whilst  whispering  zyphers  softly  tell 

How  beautiful  is  Waikiki. 


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Blest  scene  of  peace,  with  happy  homes,  KluiUtUt 

Where  twining  vines  and  blossoms  grow ; 
Beneath  the  algarobas'  shade 

The  sunny  days  quick  come  and  go ; 
Nor  ever  comes  the  chilly  blast 

Of  winter,  but  invitingly 
The  sparkling  waves,  throughout  the  year, 

Sing  soothingly  at  Waikiki. 

To  ride  upon  the  curling  wave 

The  surf-board  or  the  swift  canoe, 
Ah  !  this  doth  keep  the  spirit  young. 

And  make  the  world  seem  ever  new ; 
Mid  joys  like  these  the  time  I'd  pass. 

And  evermore  contented  be 
To  sing,  as  other  bards  have  done 

Your  blissfull  charms,  O  Waikiki ! 

And  one  there  was,  above  them  all. 

Who  lingered  by  your  placid  shore. 
And  sang  divinely  of  your  charms — 

Alas !  that  he  should  sing  no  more. 
The  master  mind,  the  kindly  heart, 

The  constant  soul,  so  wild  and  free, 
Beneath  Samoa's  palms  he  sleeps. 

And  dreams,  perchance,  of  Waikiki ! 


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Matluht     And  when  from  earth  I,  too,  depart. 

Unto  that  realm  where  all  must  go, 
Where  fragrant  flowers  and  rarest  sweets. 

And  joys  unguessed,  the  soul  may  know, 
Whate'er  enchantment  may  be  mine. 

However  great  the  bliss  may  be, 
I  still  will  love  your  golden  strand 

And  dreamy  palms,  sweet  Waikiki ! 


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Slir  Itinrr  nf  the  g>ra 

jTIKE  blossoming  roses  the  white  waves  come, 
A  wierd  strange  note  in  their  constant  hum. 
What  are  they  saying  ? 

Weeping  or  singing,  laughing  or  praying  ? 
Thus,  and  thus  only,  ever  to  me, 
In  varying  mood. 
Blissfully  calm  or  in  turbulence. 
Comes  the  voice  that  I  hear  in  the  sea  ! 

A  wierd  strange  note !  above  or  beneath 

The  gamut  of  music,  so  sad  and  so  sweet. 
It  speaks  to  my  heart. 

And  I  tremble  with  joy  or  I  fearfully  start ! 
Thus,  and  thus  only,  ever  to  me, 
In  varying  mood. 
Blissfully  calm  or  in  turbulence. 
Comes  the  voice  that  I  hear  in  the  sea. 

'Tis  the  voice  of  Creation  that's  speaking  to  me 

In  this  baffling  song  of  the  turbulent  sea. 
Evermore,  Oh  !  my  soul. 

Must  you  question,  and  wait  for  the  answer. 
Whilst  the  years,  like  the  waves,  onward  roll. 

And  thus,  and  thus  only,  ever  to  me. 

In  varying  mood. 

Blissfully  calm  or  in  turbulence 

Comes  the  voice  that  I  hear  in  the  sea  ! 

7] 


©0  a  iaurjliti^r  ot  l^mitatt 

(Inspired  by  her  singing  of  "Ave  Maria.") 

I  thought  1  heard  an  angel  sing  a  wondrous  song  today, 
As  reverently  I  knelt   within  the  old  stone   church  to 
pray ; 
The   priest   before  the  altar  stood,  sweet   incense  filled 
the  air, 
The  organ  pealed,  and   every  heart  was  lifted  up  in 
prayer. 
I  thought  of   Life's   great  mystery,  of   God  and   heaven 
and  love. 
And  many  strange  and  earnest  thoughts  my  soul  did 
deeply  move. 
When  Lo !    there  burst  upon  my  ear  a  flood  of  melody, 
And  1  was  wafted  from  the  earth  in  raptured  ecstacy. 
Soft,  soft  the  organ  hushed  its  tone,  its  loud  and   glad- 
some strain. 
And  lent  itself  in  unison  to  this  sublime  refrain. 
And  trembling  and  joyously  the  music  and  the  song 

Rose  up  to  God  in  harmony,  and  bore  my  soul  along ! 
And  time  was  not,  and  earth  was  not,  but  all  was  peace 
and  rest. 
And  naught  but  love  encompassed  me  and  filled  my 
throbbing  breast. 
Then  gently  died  the  organs  tones,  and  like  a  happy  sigh 
The  last  rapt  note  of  melody  to  heaven  floated  high ! 
And  wondering  I  looked  around  to  find  the  angel  bright 
Whose  song  had  borne  my  raptured  soul  to  realms  of 
pure  delight ; 
And   there   she  stood   with  smiling   eyes,   and   manner 
sweetly  gay : 
A  daughter  of  the  dreamy  isles  of  fair  Hawaii  nei ! 

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STATIJI-;    <>!'    ICA  Mi;ilAMi:il.\ 


(Inspired  by  ihe  poor,  part-witted  wighl  who 
daily  worships  Kamehameha's  Statue.) 

j^AY  by  day  he  mutely  stands, 

With  folded  arms,  or  clasped  hands. 
Gazing  with  stoical,  abstract  face. 

On  the  statue  of  bronze. 
With  its  rugged  grace : 

A  more  than  life-sized  massive  thing, 
A  figure  of  one  who  was  once  a  king — 

Kamehameha  the  First,  the  Great, 
Willed  by  the  gods  to  dominate 

These  beautiful  isles  of  Hawaii  nei. 
And  make  of  his  subjects  a  people  gay. 

And  moveless  stands  his  devotee. 

Wrapped  in  a  mystical  reverie. 
From  early  morn  through  each  fleeting  hour. 

In  the  blazing  sun  and  the  sprinkling  shower, 
His  wistful  gaze  still  fixed  upon 

The  monarch's  face,  till  the  day  is  done. 


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lUlir  S'tatitr     Gaunt  and  haggard,  with  shrinking  mien, 
BJorsInpprr  He  looks  not  once  on  the  grass  so  green, 

On  the  royal  palms  or  blossoming  trees, 

Nor  feels  the  caress  of  the  whispering  breeze, 
But  stares  and  stares  with  a  mild  surprise, 

And  at  times  a  look  in  the  wondering  eyes 
Flits  for  a  moment,  as  though  he  saw 

A  vision  that  filled  his  mind  with  awe. 
And  the  slow  lips  move,  like  one  in  prayer, 

Or  speaking  with  spirits  that  dwell  in  air ; 
And  he  forward  leans,  and  listens,  and  waits, 

For  something  there  is  which  his  heart  elates, 
Holding  him  fast  by  some  potent  spell. 

As  though  he  thought  from  his  pedestal 
The  stately  king  would  soon  step  down. 

And  take  his  way  through  the  busy  town. 

Ah,  who  can  tell  what  he's  viewing  there. 

With  those  sad,  wan  eyes,  with  their  absent  stare  ? 

Who  can  say  what  his  heart  may  feel  ? 
But  certain  it  is — his  best  ideal 

Is  found  in  the  form  of  the  statued  king. 
Which  ever  and  ever  he's  worshipping ! 


IJIJ  KNOW  a  little  maiden  in  Honolulu  town, 

With  eyes  brimful   of  laughter  and  cheeks  so  soft 
and  brown. 
Sparkling  like  the  sunshine,  full  of  childish  glee, 
Merry  as  the  blue  waves  singing  on  the  sea ; 
And  this  pretty  little  maiden  sings  to  me  a  little  song, 
Which  somehow   keeps  a   humming  in  my   heart  the 
whole  day  long : 

"  My  dearest,  don't  you  cry, 
Hele  ana  no  wau,  hoi  hou  mai. " 

I  said,  "my  little  maiden,  tell  me  what's  the  song  you  sing ;" 
And  she  answered  me  coquettishly,  too  cute  for  anything: 

"  It  means  dat  I  must  go  away,  den  I  come  back  bimeby. 
Den  I  tell  you  dis  way  dat  you  mustn't  cry  : 

My  dearest,  don't  you  cry, 
Hele  ana  no  wau,  hoi  hou  mai." 


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ICiSHtr     Oh,  my  pretty  little  maiden,  may  you  never  lose  the  grace, 

The  sunshine   and   the   beauty   that   are  beaming  in 

your  face. 

May  your  heart  be  ever  joyous,  nor  know  one  little  sigh. 

And  your  life  flow^  on  as  smoothly  as  your  lilting  lullaby  : 

"  My  dearest,  don't  you  cry, 
Hele  ana  no  vv^au,  hoi  hou  mai. " 
Kuu  Aloha  e,  mai  uwe  oe, 
Hele  ana  no  wau,  hoi  hou  mai. 


"  Kuu  Aloha  e,  mai  wwe  oe, 

Afy  dearest,  don' t you  err, 

Hele  ana  no  wau,  hoi  hou  mai ;" 

I  am  ^oino;  aicav  nozv,  but  J' // conic  back 
by  a?id  by. 


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Ulani.  ijuu  lHaiiraii 

1|1|1ARY,  you  Madcap,  happy  and  free, 

Dancing  and  skipping  and  romping  in  glee, 
Your  tops  and  your  marbles  the  height  of  your  joy, 

Full  of  fighting  and  fun  as  a  sturdy-limbed  boy : 
A  frolicsome  sparrow,  a  lark  in  the  air ! 

Oh,  your  bubbling  mirth  is  beyond  all  compare. 

Mary,  you  Madcap,  every  day 

I  listen  to  all  the  quaint  things  which  you  say ; 
With  your  "  Dat  fella  speak,"  "  Dis  fella  bin  see," 

Or  "  Dat  fella  tink  he  more  smarter  than  me," 
But  I  never  "fraid  for  dat  ting  he  bin  tell." 

And  the  "  Fellas"  are  Lucy  and  Susie  and  Belle  ! 

Mary,  you  Madcap,  great  is  your  wealth : 

Beauty  and  sprightliness,  freedom  and  health ; 

To  liveliest  laughter  so  easily  stirred, 
As  ready  to  sing  as  the  merriest  bird. 

So  sweetly  impromptu  in  all  that  you  do ; 

Oh,  Mary,  you  Madcap,  who  wouldn't  be  you? 


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iKa;juilant 

A  little  Princess  of  Hawaii. 

jf^APIOLANI,  bright  little  maid. 

Child  of  a  mingled  race, 
Flower  of  the  moon  and  the  fervent  sun. 

Emblem  of  beauty  and  grace. 
Kapiolani,  the  rose  is  sweet. 

Pure  is  the  sparkling  dew. 
And  the  fragrance  and  beauty  together  meet, 

Kapiolani,  in  you ! 

Kapiolani,  a  radian?  light 

Fills  the  stars  in  the  tropic  skies, 
But  the  stars  are  pale  to  me  as  1  see 

The  light  in  your  dark-brown  eyes, — 
Your  wondrous  eyes,  my  lovely  child. 

Which  will  bring  to  your  dainty  feet 
The  homage  of  men  in  the  years  to  come. 

And  love  that  is  pure  and  sweet. 


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KAt'lOLANl 


Kapiolani,  there's  one  little  bird  Kaptulant 

Whose  lay  with  rapture  thrills 
My  listening  ear,  and  my  heart  with  peace 

And  gladness  ever  fills ; 
And  those  notes  I  hear  in  your  gentle  voice : 

The  song  of  the  tender  dove, 
Speaking  of  life  and  its  mystery. 

The  mystery  rare  of  love ! 

Kapiolani,  the  sunbeams  dance 

On  the  merry  waves  at  play, 
And  the  spirit  within  you,  you  lissome  sprite, 

Is  happy  and  free  as  they. 
Oh,  a  mermaid  gay  indeed  are  you, 

A  nymph  of  the  splashing  brine, 
With  your  opulent  hair  and  your  beauty  rare. 

And  your  eyes  that  brightly  shine. 

Sweet  are  the  songs  of  the  twittering  birds, 

Soft  are  the  winds  that  blow 
O'er  the  mountains  grand  to  the  coral  strand. 

Where  the  glad  waves  come  and  go ; 
Green  are  the  shores  of  your  native  isle, 

Kissing  the  sparkling  sea  ; 
And  Kapiolani,  my  darling  child. 

You  are  all  of  these  things  to  me ! 


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nnh  tl|?  ^assf  rB  nn  tl|r  CEanr 

fHEN  the  blossom's  on  the  coffee,  and  the  tassel's 

on  the  cane, 
My  heart  is  thinking  fondly  then  of  love. 
For  Nature's  softly  whispering  to  me  a  glad  refrain, 

Whilst  warmly  beams  the  sunlight  from  above  ; 
The  feathery  ferns  are  swaying,  and  lovingly  entwine 
The  clustering  vines  round  every  branch  and  tree. 
And  the  songbirds  blithely  warble  with  an  ecstacy  divine. 
And  life  is  sweet  and  beautiful  to  me. 

When  the  blossom's  on  the  coffee,  and  the 

tassel's  on  the  cane. 
Ah,  then  my  heart's  vibrating  to  the  witching 

voice  of  love ; 
Oh,  I  listen  and  I  listen  to  the  wildering  sounds 

again, 
When  the  silken  tassel's  hanging  on  the  waving 

sugar  cane. 

When  the  blossoms  on  the  coffee,  and  the  tassel's  on 
the  cane, 

By  winding  gulch  and  crystal  running  streams. 
My  soul  is  filled  with  longing,  and  again  it  sweetly  dwells 

In  a  fairyland  of  radiant  raptured  dreams ; 
Oh,  my  heart  has  long  been  sleeping   neath  a  misty  veil 
of  thought. 

But  Nature  came  with  her  impassioned  kiss. 
And  it  woke  from  its  grey  slumbers,  awoke  to  dream  again 

In  Love's  bright  realm  of  harmony  and  bliss ! 


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AUuia  ta  nr  r  iiautait 

SONG 

ijJRIGHT  sunny  land  with  waters  softly  gleaming, 

My  fancy's  ever  turning  unto  you, 
Where'er  1  roam  I'm  ever  fondly  dreaming 
Of  scenes  that  with  aloha  me  imbue. 

Aloha  ia  oe  e  Hawaii, 
Bright  blossom  of  the  calm  Pacific  sea, 
Deep  in  my  heart  your  beauty  e'er  will  linger, 
Hawaii,  rarest  land  of  all  to  me. 

Soft  are  your  charms  O  beautiful  Hawaii, 
With  gentle  smiles  my  gaze  you  ever  greet, 

Pure  are  your  streams  from  hills  and  valleys  flowing, 
To  where  the  waves  are  singing  at  your  feet. 

O  singing  waves  and  palms  in  welcome  waving. 
You  bring  to  me  a  tranquil  peace  and  rest, 

O  smiling  vales  and  mountains  green  with  verdure, 
With  you  my  soul  would  be  forever  blest. 


Aloha  ia  oe  e  Hawaii: 

Love  to  vo2(  Hah'ciii. 


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(Eprnis  " 

S)HE  gazed  on  the  beautiful  moon, — 

The  moon  with  his  chaste,  holy  light, — 
In  her  opulent  beauty  serene. 

Through  the  cool  dreamy  hours  of  the  night; 
The  soft  zeyphers  whispered  of  love. 

And  sweet  were  the  words  which  they  said, 
But  though  honeyed  the  thoughts  to  her  heart. 
She  smiled  as  she  shook  her  fair  head  ; 

For  her  Lord  was  the  beautiful  Moon ! 

The  moon,  from  the  star-studded  sky, 

Looked  down  on  his  young  blushing  bride, 
In  her  shimmering  tresses  of  gold. 

With  glances  of  love  and  of  pride ; 
"  Oh !  rarest  of  blossoms,"  he  sighed, 

"Let  me  kiss  the  bright  smiles  on  your  face, 
For  you've  won,  by  your  beauty,  my  heart. 

And  enraptured  my  soul  by  your  grace. 

Oh !   my  Love !  Oh !  my  Life ! "  cried  the 
Moon! 


And  through  the  soft,  tremulous  night, 

The  moon,  from  his  throne  high  above. 
Breathed  vows  to  the  queen  of  his  heart. 

Wafted  kisses  of  tenderest  love  ; 
But  alas !  with  the  coming  of  morn, 

The  sun  her  rare  beauty  espied, 
And  in  the  fierce  warmth  of  his  kiss 

She  swooned,  and  she  withered  and  died ! 

And  her  Love  was  the  beautiful  Moon  ! 


ISimianrr 
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iSUniminri 
(Errrua" 


The  flower  blooms  gloriously  in  the  light  of  the  moon, 
and  dies  when  the  sun  shines  upon  it. 


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A  Momx  JUmirr 

jjTlKE  a  flower  in  the  garden, 

'Neath  the  moon's  silvery  light, 
Thou  seemest  to  me,  Love, 

This  beautiful  night ; 
The  shy  stars,  all  smiling. 

Illumine  the  skies, 
But  a  light  more  beguiling 

1  find  in  your  eyes  ; 
Oh !  a  light  most  enchanting 

Makes  lovely  your  eyes  ! 

The  flowers,  gently  smiling 

Though  sleepy  and  pale. 
To  the  moon-kisses  dreamily 

Their  sweetness  exhale ; 
But  of  all  the  rare  blossoms, 

Which   round  me  I  see. 
Ah !  none  has  the  fragrance 

And  softness  of  thee. 
The  gracefullness,  gladness 

And  beauty  of  thee ! 


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Oh  !  far  in  the  moonlight  A  iHium 

Come  wander  with  me,  JFlmurr 

And  I'll  sing  to  you  softly 

The  song  of  the  sea  ; 
'Tis  a  song  never  ending, 

Though  ever  'tis  new. 
Of  grace  and  of  beauty, 

Of  Love  and  of  You ; 
The  witchery  of  love. 

And  the  sweetness  of  you ! 


21] 


M\j  iCtttlr  Iroutn-sktnufti  Mdxh 

/jTAN   I  trust  my  heart  in  your  keeping, 

My  little  brown-skinned  maid  ? 
Would  you  treasure  it  well  and  fondly  ? 

Ah  me  !  I'm  sore  afraid  ; 
For  my  heart  of  Love  is  a  flower 

Of  delicate  form  and  hue, 
And  if  love  should  lack  'twould  perish 

Through  lack  of  the  love  in  you! 

Yet  your  eyes  are  soft  and  tender 

As  those  of  a  young  gazelle. 
And  of  Love  and  its  dreams  and  longings 

A  tale  to  me  they  tell; 
But  alas  !  alas  !  for  my  dreaming. 

You're  a  butterfly  bright  and  gay. 
And  the  love  of  a  brown-skinned  maiden 

Is  the  love  of  a  single  day ! 


[22 


©Huyn  i>au 


¥ 


RETTY  and  quaint  indeed  to  see, 
A  spray  of  bloom  from  a  cherry  tree, 
As  she  gazed  on  me  in  the  roadway  there. 

With  her  bright  brown  eyes,  and  her  blue-black  hair. 
This  sweet  little  maiden  from  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

Red  was  her  tiny  underlip, 

Red  as  a  cherry  at  the  tip. 
And  her  cheeks  as  a  peach  were  soft  and  brown, 
As  she  shyly  blushed  ere  glancing  down, 

This  sweet  little  maiden  from  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

A  roguish  smile  was  in  her  eye. 

Despite  her  manner  demure  and  shy. 
And  Oh !  she  was  all  that  was  cute  and  neat. 
From  her  opulent  hair  to  her  sandalled  feet, 
This  sweet  little  maiden  from  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

I  said  :  My  dear  little  Japanee, 

Oh,  fly  away  to  the  woods  with  me  ; 

I'll  gather  the  viaile  and  flowers  each  day. 

And  weave  them  into  a  beautiful  let. 

And  crown  you  my  queen  from  gay  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

23] 


©Hatrn   §'an     Or  fly  with  me  to  some  charming  Isle, 

Where  the  sun  will  ever  upon  us  smile, 
Where  the  blue  waves  sing  a  soothing  song. 
And  the  palm  trees  wave  the  glad  day  long, 

Where  we'll  exiled  be  under  Love's  sweet  ban, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

Or  come  with  me  where  the  wild  bees  hum, 

My  blossoming  little  chrysanthemum, 
To  a  fair,  green  valley  of  which  1  know. 

Where  the  songbirds  carol  and  wlldflowers  blow, 

And  there  for  your  pleasure  I'll  dream  and  plan, 
My  sweet  little  maiden,  Osayo  San. 

As  fervent  and  warm  and  sweet  to  you 

I'll  be  as  the  sun  and  the  sparkling  dew. 

And  my  thoughts  will  be  as  the  cherry-bloom 

Of  your  native  land,  with  Its  soft  perfume. 

My  own  little  sweetheart  from  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 

And  I'll  sing  you  a  song  that  will  never  die, 

Of  the  birds  and  the  flowers  and  the  stars  In  the  sky. 
And  time  will  dreamily  drift  and  glide 

On  Love's  Impassioned  and  rapturous  tide, 
My  dear  little  darling  from  Japan, 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 


[24 


But  alas !  for  my  wooing,  il  brought  the  woe  ODaaiin   S'ait 

An  impromptu  lover  doth  often  know  ; 
Alas  !  for  my  dream,  so  sweet  and  fair, 
All  she  said  in  the  roadway  there. 

Was:  "I  no  like  a  sassy  man!" 
Dainty  and  piquant  Osayo  San. 


gjHAPELY,  pleasing  to  the  sight, 

Eyes  of  night  that  sparkle  bright; 
Dusky  is  her  pliant  form. 
Plump  and  rounded,  fresh  and  warm. 
But  oh,  the  light  within  her  eyes. 
Telling  of  closing  shades  of  even, 
Is  not  the  light  that  speaks  of  heaven, 
But  of  Love's  lurid,  tropic  skies ! 

Swift  the  lightning  of  her  glance 

Thoughts  all  wayward  doth  inspire 

Within  my  heart,  and  doth  entrance 

My  soul,  and  change  my  blood  to  fire. 

Ah,  must  I  turn  away  from  thee. 

Or  must  the  angels  pray  for  me ! 

Farewell,  you  draw  me  from  Love's  holy  vow. 

Farewell,  O  Passion — Piinao! 


25] 


IGiiur'a  InmtQ  Srram 

SjHE  stands,  the  little  dark  Hawaiian  maiden, 

Stands  on  the  bridge  holding  her  lover's  hand; 
Feeling  within  her  budding  little  bosom 

A  something  strange  she  cannot  understand. 
The  night  is  dark,  the  clouds  the  moon  obscuring, 

The  Waialoa  softly  flows  along. 
Deep  as  the  undertow  of  passion  swiftly  moving 

Within  her  fluttering  heart,  as  silent  and  as  strong! 

She  looks  into  his  eyes,  believing,  yet  mistrusting, 

Her  being  aflame  with  Love's  incipient  fire, 
Conscious  the  while  some  force  within  resisting 

This  surging  tide  of  life,  the  hunger  of  desire. 
Listless,  afraid,  she  hears  his  fervid  pleading, 

Still  weighing,  as  she  conceives,  the  right  and  wrong. 
Then  trembling  yields — beyond  all  comprehending. 

Yet  so  it's  ever  been — to  Love  all  things  belong! 

Love,  glamorish  Love,  so  rosy  and  attractive 

When  with  impassioned  eyes  we  view  you  from  afar:  — 
Blissful,  sublime!  then  closely  we  approach  you. 

And  see  how  wan  and  pale,  unreal  and  cold  you  are ! 
The  light  is  out — Love's  light ;  and  black  the  river. 

And  black  the  sky,  and  black  the  world  around; 
Yet  glides  the  whispering  stream,  and  yet  the  waves  are 
breaking 

Upon  the  lava-rocks  with  mournful,  sobbing  sound! 

Once  more  upon  the  bridge  two  forms  are  standing. 
But  she  is  mute  and  sad ;  something  sweet  has  flown ; 

That  which  she  sought,  and  came  so  near  to  finding, 
Alas!  it  was  not  there — 'tis  further  on! 

[26 


U.    K.    n.     K'AIIJI^AN'I 


®n  Katulaut'ii  fJurtratt 

/ll|lAIDEN  of  the  soulful  eyes,  oft  have  I  sung  to  many 
Maidens  fair,  but  none  so    rare    as    you,    sweet 
Kaiulani. 
Bright    daughter    of    a    tropic    clime,    your    bounteous 

mother.  Nature, 
Bestowed  on  you  her  loveliness  in  every  perfect  feature. 

Ah,  sure,  those  orbs  bespeak  a  heart  where  Love  is  soft 

reclining ; 
The  light  is  from  his  merry  eyes  that  in  their  depths  is 

shining:  — 
Those  limpid  depths,  wherein  my  soul,  by  Love  so  long 

neglected, 
Might  gaze  and  find  its  sweetest  thoughts   in    glowing 

tints  reflected ! 

The  palms  that  grace  your  native  isle,  the  foliage  ever 

vernal, 
The  stars  that  deck  the  azure  skies,  resplendent  and  eternal. 
The  silvery  moon,  the  fragrant  flowers,  the    song-birds 

blithely  singing. 
And  every  bliss  that  Nature  holds,  your  face  to  me  is 

bringing. 

The    mountains   green  are  grand  to  view,  with  clouds 

above  them  sailing, 
Enhancing  their  immensity,  their  summits  partly  veiling; 
The  crystal  streams  that  from  their  hearts  are  ever  softly 

welling. 
Of  Love's  clear  stream  within  your  being  are  musically 

telling. 

27] 


(Jn     The  radiant  rainbows  in  the  skies,  the  dewdrops  in  the 

iKaiulani's    ^,     ^^'^^.^'  . 

1  he    beauties  or  the    sethng    sun.  the  freshness  or  the 
JJiirtrait  dawning, 

With    tenderest,    sweetest     ravishments    they    endlessly 

imbue  me. 
And  in  your  eyes  I  find  the  joys  they  freely  speak  unto 
me! 

Yet  do  I  smile  to  think  such  guile  is  in  a  picture  living — 

A  portrait  of  your  gracious  Self  —  to  set  my  spirit  griev- 
ing; 

But  here  methmks  1  fondly  view  that  which  I'm  ever 
seeking: 

The  gem  refined,  the  soul  and  mind,  beyond  all  lan- 
guage speaking! 

Oh,  shadow  of  a  lovely  form :  a  graceful,  budding  woman. 
You  woo  me  with  a  subtle  power,  transcendent,  super- 
human. 
Alas!  'tis  but  an  idle  dream,  and  one  of  very  many. 
Yet,     how     can     one     help    loving    you  —  you    Siren, 
Kaiulani! 


[28 


Anuir  Alumiu 

^NNIE  AKAMU  of  Hilo  Town. 
'^        Annie  Akamu,  a  sweet  little  miss, 
With  a  dainty  smile  and  a  daintier  frown, 
And  lips  you'd  be  longing  to  kiss ! 

Annie  Akamu,  a  Spirit  doth  fly 

From  heaven  to  earth,  and  hearts  ensnare, 
And  deep  in  your  roguish  and  soft  brown  eye 

I've  seen  him  nestling  there! 

Annie  Akamu,  a  lily  doth  bloom 
In  a  land  far  over  the  Western  sea, 

With  a  golden  heart  and  a  rare  perfume. 
Oh,  you  are  that  lily  to  me! 

Annie  Akamu,  the  lily  dies. 

Some  day  its  beautiful  life  is  o'er. 

But  the  love  that  beams  in  your  gentle  eyes 
Will  live  for  evermore  ! 

And,  Annie,  my  dear,  in  the  afterwhile, 

When  I  see  the  rain  and  the  sparkling  dew, 

I'll  think,  as  the  rain  comes  softly  down. 

Of  the  merry  rain  in  Hilo  Town, 

Of  a  girl  with  a  dainty  smile  and  frown, 
And  that  little  girl  is  you! 


29] 


An  l^auimian  Htlit  iFlaiurr 

/|THERE'S  a  wild  flower  blooms  in  the  Isle  of  Hawaii, 
On  the  hills  where  in  Kona  the  rich  coffee  grows; 
No  violet  so  fragrant,  so  modest  and  wmsome, 

No  beauty  so  rare  in  the  young  blushing  rose. 
Its  influence  soft  to  my  heart  penetrated, 

Sweet  were  the  emotions  commingling  there. 
So  witching  the  glamor,  my  thoughts  they  were  centered 

On  all  that  in  life  is  most  lovely  and  fair. 

Oh,  this  flower  of  Hawaii's  a  charming  young  maiden, 

With  eyes  that  are  full  of  a  heavenly  grace, 
And  a  Love  that  is  pure  and  exalted  and  holy. 

Illumining  ever  her  angelic  face! 
Her  manner  is  courteous,  gracious  and  queenly. 

Her  voice  like  the  nightingale's,  thrills  with  delight 
As  he  sings  to  the  stars  that  are  smiling  serenely. 

Whilst  sleeps  the  still  earth  on  the  bosom  of  night. 

In  dreams  I've  beheld  many  ravishing  blossoms. 

Transcending  all  others  I've  known  upon  earth. 
And  this  flowerlet  that  blows  on  the  hills  of  Hawaii, 

Methinks  in  that  region  Celestial  had  birth. 
Ah!  never  again  may  I  gaze  on  its  beauty, 

Never  on  earth,  while  the  years  onward  rofl. 
But  an  image  I'll  keep  of  this  wild,  fragrant  blossom, 

Forever  enshrined  in  my  truth-loving  soul! 


[30 


^mu;  nf  tlir  lHathiku 

(Hilo,  Hawaii) 

TCAIR  is  the  river  whose  waters  are  flowing 

Over  the  lava-rocks  into  the  sea, 
Where  on  its  banks  the  moon  flowers  are  blowing, 

And  the  sweet  li^^l"  ever  blooms  fragrantly. 
Glorious  the  rainbow,  brilliantly  gleaming, 

Where  o'er  the  pnli  they  break  into  spray ; 
Then  softly  murmuring,  rippling  and  eddying, 
Gently  they're  gliding  into  the  bay. 

Then  softly  murmuring,  e»c. 

Clear  crystal  river,  smooth  is  your  current 

Whilst  the  warm  sun  in  the  sky's  gleaming  bright. 
But  in  the  storm  you're  a  mad,  raging  torrent, 

Brawling  and  roaring  in  your  wild  seething  flight. 
Then  from  your  bosom  voices  are  wailing, 

Where  your  swift  waters  rush  towards  the  reef; 
And  the  kamaainas  fearfully  tell  us 

That  they  are  warnings  of  pain  and  of  grief. 
And  the  kamaainas,  etc. 


31 


^mui  uf     Sparkling  Wailuku,  soft  are  your  numbers, 
Ihr  Matluku         Sweet  are  the  songs  of  tlie  past  that  you  bring, 
Songs  of  the  maidens  who  bathed  in  your  waters. 

Songs  which  the  gods  in  their  mirth  used  to  sing! 
Gone  IS  the  past  with  its  song  and  its  glory, 

Gone  are  the  maidens,  the  gods  and  the  braves ; 
But  you,  O  minstrel,  are  telling  the  story 

Whilst  they  are  sleeping  sound  m  their  graves. 
But  you,  O  minstrel,  etc. 


Kamaainas 

Old  residents. 


(32 


5Iii  An  Ijauiattan  ^kijlark 

iHLITHEST  of  warblers,  sweet  is  thy  lay, 

Delightfully  rolling,  each  clarion  note 
Rings  through  the  air  on  this  bright,  sunny  day. 

Rarest  of  music  from  thy  mellow  throat. 
Oh,  how  entrancing  thy  glad  voice  to  hear. 

What  a  grand  medley  of  'wildering  sound, 
Falling  deliciously  down  on  my  ear. 

Softly  diffusing  its  essence  around! 

Like  merry  laughter  your  lifting  notes  ring, 

Where  the  broad  swords  of  the  sugar-cane  sway. 
Like  to  a  bell  when  it  ceases  to  swing, 

Murmuring  dreamily,  then  fading  away. 
Trembling,  enraptured  as  upward  you  soar 

By  the  green  mountains  of  fair  Waianae, 
A  fountain  of  mirthfulness  bubbling  o'er. 

With  melody  flooding  the  earth  and  the  sky! 

Say,  happy  songster,  what  makes  you  so  glad? 

What  is  the  theme  of  your  wondrous  lay? 
Do  you  not  sometimes  feel  weary  and  sad, 

Is  your  wee  heart  always  cheery  and  gay? 
Sweetly  you're  singing  when  morning  is  here, 

And  when  the  short  evening  has  drawn  to  a  close. 
Your  rich,  thrilling  voice  is  still  warbling  as  clear 

As  when  in  the  morning  all  freshly  you  rose! 


33] 


au  m\     Would  I  were  like  thee,  blithe  bird  of  the  air, 
IfitXluaiian  Would  that  my  soul  gushed  with  music  like  thine ; 

^lutlark     T^^"  might  1  banish  all  thoughts  of  dull  care. 
If  but  such  utterance  only  were  mine ; 
Then  would  I  trill  my  soft  anthems  of  glee 

On  Love's  rosy  wings  speeding  lightly  along ; 
Contented  with  liberty,  joyous  and  free, 

I'd  sigh  my  last  breath  in  wild  rapture  of  song! 


^TATELY,  waving  palms,  clustering  lauhala, 

Rippling,  murmuring  streams, 
Waters  clear  and  shallow 
Flowing  to  the  sea 
Where  soft  winds  are  blowing. 
Voluptuously  around  ferns  and  grasses  growing; 
Here  the  sumac  waves, 
There  the  green  kukui, 
With  its  silvery  leaves.     Oh,  (r/o/ur  iiiii  ! 
Aloha  md  loa,  everywhere  1  spy  ye. 
With  your  beauty  rare. 
Gulches  of  Hawaii! 

Aloha  nui  loa 

Very  much  love. 


[34 


(Iltr  B'aiisii  IGittlr  iiautattau  (6trl 

j|[  MET  a  little  girl  in  Honolulu, 

One  of  those  black-eyed,  brown-skinned  little  girls. 
Who  never  have  their  hair  done  up  in  paper, 

Like  white  little  girls  cultivating  curls. 
But  she  was  so  quaint,  so  pretty  and  so  curious, 

I  said,  "My  little  girl,  how  do  you  do?" 
And  what  do  you  think  she  said  —  the  little  Brownie  — 

"Who  you?  " 

"  I  am  a  great  big  man,  my  little  baby 

[Just  fooling  her,  because  I'm  rather  small], 
"And  I've  a  great  big  pocket  filled  with  candy; 

If  you  tell  to  me  your  name  I'll  give  you  all. " 
And  what  she  said  I'm  sure  you'd  never  guess  it; 

Just  looking  up  as  though  she  didn't  mind. 
And  wasn't  at  all  afraid  —  the  sassy  baby  — 

"You  funny  kind!  " 

"I  think  you  'funny  kind,'  my  sassy  baby," 

I  said  to  her,  although  I  didn't  know 
The  meaning  of  that  "funny  kind"  expression, 

But  thought  I'd  find  out  by  pretending  so. 
And  the  answer  that  she  gave  —  the  little  kciki  — 

If  you  guessed  at  it  all  day  I  think  you'd  fail ; 
She  frowned  at  me  and  said,  "  Pupiilc  haole, 

I  no  got  tail!" 


35] 


U-br  ^asBg     Oh,  you  never  saw  a  girl  who  was  so  sassy ! 

ICittlr  But  I  said,  "  My  little  girl,  you  should  be  sweet 

Sautatiau     ^^'^  ^^^^'  ^^^  every  one  would  give  you  candy, 
,^.  I  And  lots  of  money  and  good  things  to  eat. " 

And  then  she  just  got  sassier  than  ever, 

And,  making  faces,  down  the  street  she  flew. 
Saying:  "I  no  like;  you  too  much  cheeky  haolc ; 
Nobody  like  you!" 


Keiki 

Child. 

Pupule  haole 

Crazy  white  man. 


iKELOVED  flag!  my  country's  and  my  own, 

Thou'lt  float  no  more  o'er  these  fair  tropic  isles. 
No  more  mine  eyes  thou'lt  gladden  into  smiles; 
Thou  art  forever  and  forever  gone ! 
But  whilst  the  waves  wash  on  the  coral  strand. 
In  Memory's  arch,  all  tokens  far  above, 
ril  thee  revere  with  looks  of  fondest  love. 
Dear  emblem  thou  of  this^ — my  native  land! 


[36 


SONG. 
y4/r.-  "Fra  Diavolo." 

iKOW  sweet  to  dream  of  love 

^      Beside  the  waves  of  the  whispering  sea, 

Singing  a  wonderful  song  to  me, 
As  they  ever  onward  roll! 
But  oh,  the  song  they  sing 

Is  soft  and  sweet,  and  sad  and  low, 

And  swift  the  melody  rare  doth  flow 
Deep  into  my  soul! 

Heigh  ho!  Oh,  for  the  light  in  Love's  bright  eyes! 
Oh,  for  the  flame  that  never  dies. 

But  lives  forevermore! 
Heigh  ho!  Oh,  for  the  bliss  which  Love  doth  bring, 
This  is  the  musical  song  they  sing, 

Breaking  on  the  shore! 

When  the  morning  breaks. 

And  the  lamps  no  more  in  heaven  are  hung. 

Sweet  are  the  songs  on  every  tongue. 
And  the  voice  of  the  cooing  dove. 
And  wheresoe'er  I  roam. 

By  mountain,  vale  and  stream  and  hill, 

The  song  that's  echoing,  echoing  still 
Is  love,  is  love,  is  love ! 

Heigh  ho!  etc. 


37J 


AUil|a,  2Cuu  Alnlja,  Alol)a 

SONG 

Air:  "Fra  Diavolo" 

[HY  should  you  be  sighing  wearily, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha, 
When  love  is  ever  smiling  cheerily, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Where  the  flowers  are  blooming,  beautiful  and  fair. 
In  the  sparkling  waters,  in  the  whispering  air. 
And  through  the  boundless  spaces.  Love  is  there. 
Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 

Where  the  waves  are  soundmg  on  the  shore. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Love  IS  ever  calhng,  o'er  and  o'er. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Yet  often  when  you  seek  him,  laughingly  he'll  fly. 
Though  you  pour  your  heart  out  in  a  yearning  sigh. 
Then  ere  you  know  the  moment  Love  is  nigh. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 

Love  doth  come  unbidden  to  each  breast. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Bringing  to  the  mind  a  sweet  unrest. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
But  happiness  he'll  bring,  too,  morning,  noon  and  night. 
And  loveliness  will  beam  in  all  that  greets  your  sight. 
And  the  world  be  brimming  o'er  with  glad  delight, 
Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 


[38 


Love  IS  never  sleeping  night  or  day,  Alnlui, 

Aloha,  Icuu  aloha,  aloha.  ;i-     .  a  .  .... 

antonly  he  takes  his  merry  way. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha.  Aluha 

Oh!  you  must  beware,  or  he  will  pierce  your  heart. 

For  the  rogue  is  armed  with  many  a  cunning  dart, 

But  bliss  is  ever  mingled  with  the  smart. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha ! 

If  love  should  come,  then  joy  will  never  die, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Nevermore  your  heart  will  need  to  sigh. 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 
Sweet  will  be  the  fancies  that  around  you  throng. 
Airily  and  blithely  time  will  glide  along, 
And  life  will  be  a  dream  of  flowers  and  song, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 

Kuu  Aloha 

Mv  Love. 


39] 


i^tlm  nf  tKailiia 

HULA 

SjWEET  Kailua  by  the  sea, 

Oh,  how  dear  you  are  to  me! 
There  she  lives  so  blithe  and  free : 

Helen  of  Kailua. 

Dusky  is  her  flowing  hair, 
Nothing  with  it  can  compare. 
With  her  beauty,  oh,  so  rare! 

Helen  of  Kailua. 

Free  and  easy  is  her  style. 

Gentle  is  her  winning  smile. 

And  she  would  your  heart  beguile: 

Helen  of  Kailua. 

How  I  love  to  hear  her  sing! 
She's  too  sweet  for  anything. 
Like  a  lark  upon  the  wing: 

Helen  of  Kailua. 


[40 


Oh !  to  see  her  In  the  dance,  Ifirlru 

Faith  she  would  your  soul  entrance,  j,f  IKatlua 

Like  a  dream  of  wild  romance : 

Helen  of  Kailua. 

In  her  features  you  can  trace 
All  the  soft  and  yielding  grace 
Of  the  old  Hawaiian  race : 

Helen  of  Kailua. 

Like  a  bird  upon  its  nest, 

Oh !  forever  could  i  rest 

On  her  warm  and  heaving  breast : 

Helen  of  Kailua. 


41] 


To  a  picture  of  a  Taupo  maiden 
of  the  South  Seas 

**  A  LOFA,  Alofa, "  a  love-laden  saying; 

Ah !  dusky-hued  savage,  what  pleasure  there  lies 
in  the  warmth  of  your  being,  in  the  love  glances  playing 
Within  the  bright  depths  of  your  passionate  eyes! 

Clad  in  the  garments  which  Nature  has  wove  for  you. 
Quaint  and  luxurious  and  brief  is  your  dress; 

So  lovely  you  are,  by  the  gods  I  would  rove  for  you 
Millions  of  miles  your  brown  bosom  to  press! 

Alofa,  "Taupo,"  soon  will  I  come  to  you, 
Soon  will  I  fold  you  close  unto  my  heart; 

And  the  songs  that  1  fashion  forever  I'll  hum  to  you, 
Ever  and  ever,  and  never  to  part. 

Alofa,  Alofa!  oh,  smile  to  my  yearning, 

Drain  the  wild  rapture  that  flows  in  my  veins! 

Nurse  me  and  succor  me,  ease  the  mad  burning 
That  surges  within  me:  Love's  bliss-laden  pains! 

Then  will  1  blend  to  you,  finding  no  end  to  you. 

Clinging  as  mortal  but  clings  in  a  kiss; 
Sweetly  I'll  sigh  to  you,  fondly  I'll  die  to  you, 

Drowned  in  love's  whirls  of  delirious  bliss! 


Alofa 

Love. 


[42 


(  Leaving  Honolulu  ) 

/TTHE  sea,  the  wild  sea,  in  the  gathering  dark, 

With  the  swift,  hissing  waves  and  the  on-rushing 
bark, 
Like  a  bat  in  the  night,  with  its  broad  wings  outspread 
To  the  phantom-like  clouds  lowering  grimly  o'erhead ; 
A  dim,  lurid  light  in  the  west,  where  the  sun 
In  a  turbulent  mood  from  our  vision  had  gone ; 
A  ghostly  horned-moon  in  mad  haste  hurrying  by. 
With  one  lonely  star  in  an  ominous  sky ; 
And  the  waves,  with  loud  shouting  grown  husky  and 

hoarse. 
Like  demons  flying  on,  on  their  wide-sweeping  course; 
The  lusty-lunged  winds  swelling  out  every  sail. 
Groaning  loud  as  they're  hugged  to  the  breast  of  the  gale ! 
Oh!  the  loud-shouting  waves,  how  they  leap  and  they 

play, 
Drenching    vessel  and   sails  with  their  white,  splashing 

spray ! 
And  the  breeze,  how  of  health  and  of  vigor  it  speaks. 
Bringing  smiles  to  our  eyes  and  a  glow  to  our  cheeks; 
How  the  blood  in  our  veins  gaily  dances  along, 
Like  the  wild,  reckless  waves,  with  their  weird,  witching 


song 


43] 


(Thr  Sra     No  soft,  whispering  airs  in  the  land  left  behind 

Have  such  life-giving  zest  as  this  deep-breathing  wind, 
Such  vigor  and  strength,  or  balm  such  as  this 
In  the  length  and  the  breadth  and  the  depth  of  their  kiss ! 
Though  'tis  sweet  to  abide  in  the  isles  of  the  palm, 
Midst  the  odorous  warmth  and  the  slumberous  calm, 
Yet  the  mind  tires  at  length  of  the  lethargic  ease. 
And  the  charms  that  once  ravished  no  longer  can  please, 
And  it  turns  to  the  life  that  is  bounding  and  free. 
To  the  winds  and  the  spray  of  the  deep,  singing  sea ! 


iUauna  ICoa 

(The  Volcanic  Mountain) 

jjfTIKE  to  some  wondrous  world  transfixed  in  viewless 
space. 

Suspended  in  the  sky. 
With  a  milk-white  veil  of  snow  upon  your  stony  face. 

Seen  through  the  fleecy  clouds  that  'round  you  lie. 
Lonely,  mysterious,  cold  and  still  as  death. 

Stupendous  in  your  vastness!     Silently 
In  awe  I  gaze,  and  catch  my  quickening  breath:  — 

Dread  emblem  thou  of  life's  eternity ! 
Weird,  solemn  spectre,  phantom-like  you  hold 

And  haunt  me  by  your  majesty  sublime; 
Seeming  beyond  the  reach  of  all  save  God ; 

Impervious  to  the  withering  work  of  Time ! 


[44 


Alulra,  i!|auiaii 

HULA 
(Reluming  to  Honolulu) 

/7[HE  morning  all  gloriously  is  breaking : 

Sweet    morning,    bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic 

morning. 
As  merrily  our  rolling  way  we're  taking  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  sun  o'er  the  waters  blue  is  beaming: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
Whilst  the  clouds  in  the  heavens  yet  are  dreaming  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

Our  ship  on  the  ocean's  breast  is  heaving: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning. 
As  swiftly  the  laughing  waves  she's  cleaving  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  bells  fore  and  aft  are  gaily  rhyming: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning. 
The  time  that  is  passing  softly  chiming  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  breezes  the  sails  are  roundly  swelling: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
Whilst  the  log  in  our  wake  the  miles  is  telling  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 


45] 


Alnlui.     A  boa/s:cani  above  his  course  is  winging: 
ifiauiaii         T\\\s  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
And  the  billows  a  song  of  life  are  singing  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  land  through  the  clouds  ahead  is  showing: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
The  land  of  Hawaii  where  we're  going  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  palms  by  the  lava-rocks  are  swaying: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning. 
Where  the  waves  on  the  coral  strand  are  playmg  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

Oh!  sweet  the  a/o/ia  that  will  greet  us: 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
From  the  friends  who  are  waiting  there  to  meet  us  — 
Ovei,  on  over  the  sea. 

Aloha,  aloha,  oh,  Hawaii! 
Aloha,  aloha,  aloha  nni  loa  ! 
Aloha,  aloha,  oh,  Hawaii! 
For  oh,  thou  art  dear  unto  me! 


[46 


HONOLULU 

/iJN  the  wharf  they  are  gathered  together, 
^     This  beautiful,  sunny  day. 
Where  the  ships  and  boats  in  the  harbor 

Are  looking  so  bright  and  gay; 
Father  and  mother  and  brother, 

Sister  and  relatives,  all 
With  grief  in  their  hearts,  and  the  sunlight 

To  them  is  a  funeral  pall. 

Oh !  the  weeping  and  wailing. 

Oh !  the  torrents  of  tears. 
For  this  is  their  hour  of  parting. 

And  that  not  alone  for  years. 
But  ever  and  ever  and  ever. 

Never  to  meet  in  life. 
Father  and  mother  and  brother. 

Sister,  and  husband,  and  wife. 

Here  is  a  poor,  lone  mother. 

Clasping  her  youthful  son 
Close  to  her  breast,  and  weeping 

Tears  that  are  never  done. 
Soon  they  will  take  him  from  her. 

And  the  light  of  her  life  destroy, 
For  her  poor  old  heart  is  breaking 

By  the  loss  of  her  darling  boy. 


47] 


ahr  ICrauiiig     A  husband  and  wife  are  clinging, 
of  thp         Wrapped  in  a  last  embrace, 

Again  and  again  he  kisses 
Ijrprrs  Xhat  tear-stained,  upturned  face, — 

That  face  with  its  pallid  anguish 

He  wooed  and  won  and  loved. 
Which  soon  will  from  him  vanish. 
To  a  living  grave  removed. 

A  bent  and  aged  couple. 

With  arms  that  are  thin  and  weak. 
Are  holding  a  little  maiden, 

Whilst  the  tears  course  down  each  cheek ; 
And  their  eyes  look  up  to  heaven 

In  a  wild,  appealing  way. 
But  the  sun  smiles  on  serenely 

On  the  vessels  in  the  bay ! 

A  stalw^art  man  is  weeping, — 

Weeping  silently. 
Wiping  away  the  tear-drops 

So  that  none  perchance  may  see ; 
No  friend  is  by  consoling, 

His  grief  IS  all  his  own; 
As  one  accursed  by  Nature, 

He  mutely  mourns  alone. 


[48 


And  here,  benumbed,  heart-broken,  (Tlir  iCrauiuij 

An  afflicted  woman  stands,  f  ji 

With  a  voice  that  is  choked  by  sobbing, 

Clasping  her  daughter's  hands,  "iLriirrH 

And  twixt  the  dreary  wailing 

There  comes  a  piteous  cry 
From  the  child  of  that  anguished  mother: 

"Good-bye,  Mama,  good-bye." 

"Good-bye,  Mama,  forever! 

Oh!  must  you  from  me  go?" 
And  they  cling  unto  each  other 

In  the  depths  of  their  bitter  woe ; 
Then  the  tears  afresh  are  flowing. 

And  again  that  piteous  cry, 
That  speaks  of  a  world  of  sorrow : 

"Good-bye,  Mama,  good-bye." 

Then  over  the  smiling  waters 

A  boat  is  slowly  rowed ; 
It  comes  to  take  the  lepers 

To  their  lifelong  dread  abode, 
Away  to  a  distant  island, 

Never  again  to  view 
The  scenes  of  their  happy  childhood, 

And  the  friends  so  fond  and  true ! 


49] 


abr  ICrauintl     Never  again  to  listen 

uf  tbr  ^°  '^^  voices  that  they  love, 

Never  by  mountain  and  valley, 
Cri-irrs  A.ncl  crystal  streams  to  rove, 

Never  with  friend  or  lover 

To  spend  the  sunny  hours 
In  favorite  haunts,  and  gather 
The  beautiful,  fragrant  flowers. 

Never  father  or  mother, 

Brother  or  sister  to  see. 
But  outcasts  among  strangers, 

This  is  their  destiny ; 
Morning,  noon  and  evening 

Their  heartfelt  woe  to  nurse. 
With  those  alone  who  are  bearing 

The  marks  of  their  terrible  curse ! 

And  now  a  steamer's  whistle 

Breaks  on  the  warm,  still  air, 
But  it  comes  to  the  weary  mourners 

Like  a  wail  of  dark  despair. 
Though  the  sky  is  blue  and  the  sunlight 

Gleams  on  the  ocean's  breast, 
And  the  verdurous  vales  and  mountains 

Are  speaking  of  peace  and  rest. 


[50 


Then  rises  a  cry  of  sorrow,  Olbr  Craiunn 

A  prolonged,  dreary  moan,  ^^f  jj^P 

Like  the  voice  of  a  suffering  spirit 

From  whom  all  hope  has  flown ;  Crpprfi 

And  the  last  a/o//(is  are  spoken 

And  the  boat  from  the  wharf  departs 
Bearing  away  its  cargo 

Of  bleeding  and  broken  hearts; 

Bearing  away  its  burden 

Of  life  that  has  lost  its  light. 
Taking  it  into  the  lonely 

Pain  of  an  endless  night; 
And  the  steamer  glides  over  the  waters, 

Away  from  the  coral  shore, 
Which  the  gaze  of  the  stricken  creatures 

Will  rest  on  nevermore! 


51] 


®n  iFatlirr  Samtrn 

ifT  never  has  been  given  me,  the  full,  !he  sweet  felicity. 
To  know  thee,  Father  Damien,  thou  noble  midst 
my  fellowmen, 
But  I  have  stood  beside  thy  grave,  on  that  lone  isle  of 
Molokai, 
And  to  thy  goodness    dropped  a   tear,  beneath  the 
smiling,  tropic  sky. 
And    dwelt  upon  thy  chastened  life,  unselfish,  humble 
and  divine. 
And  felt  the  spirit  of  the  Christ  within  my  soul,  and 
knew  'twas  thine! 

And  low,  beside  that  hallowed  spot,  I  knelt  one  balmy 
summer  morn. 
With  those  around  for  whom  you  died,  and  wished 
that  1  was  never  born! 
"Oh!  where  is  God?"     I  could  but  cry,  appalled  such 
wretchedness  to  view, 
Such  suffering  and  such  misery,  as  these  poor  stricken 
creatures  knew. 


[52 


And  then  I  felt  thy  presence  nigh,  and  knew  their  lives     (Tu 

were  not  in  vain,  iFatbrr 

Some  lesson  to  them  was  being  taught,  some  needed     £)mn(f  ,i 
lesson  through  their  pain ; 
I  asked  no  longer  where  was  God,  for  one  sweet  moment 
all  was  still, 
And  then  1  saw  as  thou  hadst  seen,  and  bowed  my 
head  unto  His  Will. 

Oh,  dwells  there  one  upon  the  earth  who  would  traduce 
thy  spotless  name. 
May  God  proclaim  to  him  thy  worth,  and  bow  his 
head  m  crimson  shame. 
May  God  forgive  his  erring  soul,  and  teach  him,  even 
through  misery. 
That  he  may  the  compassion  feel  which  in  this  world 
exalted  thee ! 


53] 


"A  dreamer  lives  forever , 
And  a  toiler  dies  i?i  a  day.''' 


CONTENTS 


Page 

Hawaii 3 

Waikiki 4-  6 

The  Voice  of  the  Sea 7 

To  a  Daughter  of  Hawaii  8 

The  Statue  Worshipper 9-10 

Lizzie 11-12 

Mary,  You  Madcap 13 

Kapiolani 14-15 

When    the    Blossom's    on    the    Coffee,     and    the    Tassel's 

on  the  Cane 16 

Aloha  ia  oe  e  Hawaii 17 

Romance  of  the  "  Night  Blooming  Cereus" 18-19 

A  Moon  Flower 20-21 

My  Little  Brown  Skinned  Maid  22 

Osayo  San  23-25 

Piinao 25 

Love's  Young  Dream 26 

Kaiulani's  Portrait 27-28 

Annie  Akamu 29 

An  Hawaiian  Wild  Flower 30 

Song  of  the  Wailuku 31-32 

To  an  Hawaiian  Skylark  33-34 

Gulches  of  Hawau 34 

The  Sassy  Little  Hawaiian  Girl 35-36 

The  Hawaiian's  Lament  for  His  Flag 36 

How  Sweet  to  Dream  of  Love 37 

Aloha,  Kuu  Aloha,  Aloha 38-39 

Helen  of  Kailua 40-41 

"Alofa" 42 

The  Sea 43-44 

Mauna  Loa 44 

Aloha,  Hawaii 45-46 

The  Leaving  of  the  Lepers 47-51 

To  Father  Damien 52-53 


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